Oh, crap.
This may be my most hated chapter in this book. Given the stiff competition, that’s saying something. Let me check my supplies.
Silver bullets? Check.
Semi-automatic rifle? Check.
Telescopic laser sight? Check.
OK. Cover me, people. I’m goin’ in.
This is another chapter with a strange picture at the beginning. Mary GrandPrè’s drawing of Remus
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